This is a song about "Drop the bomb"

Salad be tossy, green as the thing that survives the bomb

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Atari 5200 bomb blow up the nypd

I bomb drop all over die with dignity like the kamikaze

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

Each bomb digging in straight into the surface

Full of shit, like i ate that john

I'm setting off the bomb

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

And meanwhile the agency are throwing over the bomb,

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

I should drop a bomb on every continent 'til they acknowledge it,

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Hiding in the trenches avoiding the ether bomb